Sex talk and sandwiches.

"Oh! So when you were talking sandwiches, you meant like actual foot longs."

Zoey had led him through the hall, past a main room, and down a hallway into a kitchen that was much too big, in his opinion. Two ovens, a fully stocked pantry and wine cabinet, a fridge with the capability to order groceries directly from a screen on the front, and a connected dining area with at least twelve chairs connected to a large table. The room was, however, impeccably decorated with both modern and classical appreciation taken into account.

She rolled her eyes at him. "Do I look like the kind of girl to not eat foot longs?"

"Oh my word."

She let out a little chuckle. "I'm just playing. But yeah, I'm a big fan of using like, actual bread and stuff. Makes the sandwich taste a bit better than something I make when mom and dad don't feel like cooking."

"Speaking of which, what do your parents, uh...do? You have a really nice house."

"Aww. Thanks for noticing all of our money!"

"Err...sorry."

"I'm just playing, you weenie. My dad is a lawyer and my mom oversees some engineering stuff at some big company. This house is actually pretty small compared to what I think they plan on buying once I'm out of college and stuff."

"Oh, cool! My dad works in engineering, too."

"Really? Where?"

He snapped his fingers trying to remember. "Umm, I think it's called like, "Big and Co.?"

Her mouth opened wide in shock. "Dude no way! My mom works there I'm pretty sure!" She moved away from an island counter and into one of the pantries, this one filled with lunch boxes. She pulled out a badge from one of them and showed it to Tyler.

"This place, right?"

The badge had her mom's face on it, smiling. She was very pretty for her age and looked only like an older Zoey, if anything. On the top of the badge in bold font and lettering was the company, with a very familiar logo.

He nodded. "Yup. That's it." He gave it back to her and she flung it to the side somewhere. She put her hands on his shoulders and shook him. "Holy crap, dude! We could have been friends a lot longer ago!"

He chuckled. "What kinda friends? You mean like this?"

"No you fanciful nut, I mean like we could have hung out and stuff. Gosh, what a small world."

"Did you just call me a fanciful nut?"

"I'm working on better names to call you other than nerd or dork."

"How about...daddy?"

She rolled her eyes hard and scoffed. "So I'm the one with a power-play kink, huh?" She grinned at him.

"Not at all. Just a suggestion." He said, playing it off coolly.

"Do you want me to call you that? I will, if that's what you want."

He smiled. "No, I don't. Can you just call me, 'guy who's getting impatient waiting for a sandwich' instead?"

She reached behind her and picked up a baguette, whomping him upside the head with it. She then stuck the point at him threateningly. "Perfection. Takes. Time."

"You haven't even cut the bread."

"Well maybe if someone would help, we could be done by now."

"Oh, come on. We both know the thing. Y'know, 'make me a sandwich' after sex? The whole shebang?"

"What is this, 1958? Get over here and help you bum, or I'm going to get my mom to fire your dad." She stuck a tongue out at him.

He sighed as he got up and began to rummage through her fridge for some deli meats. "Speaking of your mom and my dad, picture if that kinda stuff actually worked."

"Like what would work?"

"Like...'Oh mom, this dude who I'm messing around with who isn't Tom pissed me off earlier. Can you fire his dad to teach him a lesson?'"

She laughed. "Or, 'Hey mom, Tyler did a really good job getting me off yesterday, can you give his dad an 'atta boy' for me? A raise?'"

They both laughed at that one as he pulled out some ham and turkey. He passed her from behind and gave her neck a quick kiss as he set them down on the counter. He went behind her and wrapped his arms around her stomach as he kissed her neck again. Then again.

"Mhmmm." Tyler said, his voice vibrating out from his chest and into hers.

Zoey laughed playfully. "Stooooop, Tyler. I have a knife, I need to focus."

"Who needs a sandwich when I have a nice tall glass of olive oil right here?" He bit her ear.

She laughed again, the smile on her face growing wider. "You'd really drink a glass of olive oil?"

"No, but I'd put my dick in one."

She set the knife down on the counter as she burst out in legitimate laughter, turning around and facing Tyler as his hands now moved to the small of her back. She set her hands on the counter. "You could have gone with so many other food options for my ethnicity."

"What is your ethnicity?"

"Wow. I didn't know we still saw color in 2019."

"Oh my lord you little fucking jerk-" He began to kiss her neck roughly and used his hands to tickle her. She tried her best to fight him off, laughing as she bucked and squirmed underneath his grip.

"Stooop, stop, I'm gonna pee, stooop!" She said through laughs. "Mmnh, stop... stop." She lost her ability to fight back as soon as he began to deeply kiss her neck, his hands going from tickling to inside of her shirt, rubbing the small of her back. She opened her legs a little and let his leg through, allowing him to get closer to her. "Don't stop." She said, barely above a whisper.

He nibbled on the top of her ear as she sunk down against the counter, losing her grip on the granite. "Fuck, Tyler..."

"Was that a command?" He said teasingly.

She was silent as she guided his hand from the small of her back to her front and down her pajamas. He stopped right at the little patch of heart-shaped hair she had and tickled it with his finger.

He stopped. "We have time for that later."

"I want you to take me on this counter." She used her hands to pull his face close to hers, shoving her tongue down his throat.

"I want to take you on the floor." He said through kisses.

"I want you on my couch."

"I want you in your shower."

"I want it on my parent's bed."

"Fuck me, you're bad. I want you in your bed."

"I want it in every single room of this house...I want to not be able to walk into a room of my house without getting wet thinking about the smell of your cologne or your strong hands on my hips."

"Why stop there? I wanna fuck you in your car, my car, my house, fuck, even work. I want to finish what we started there."

"I wanna convince Ethan to let me have every closing shift with you just so I don't have to go a single day without that cock in me."

He laughed as he pressed his lips to her neck again. "How would we start?"

"Start what?"

"Fucking."

"Well, we'd end up trying to make sandwiches and then you'd end up giving me a foot long on the floor."

He laughed. She laughed. The sexual tension was almost immediately broken. He let go of her.

"You're too much. Get back to cutting bread, weirdo."

"You didn't even bring out the cheese." She said laughing. She shifted her legs a little to keep from dripping.

He noticed. "I got you that bad?"

She licked her lips. "You've had me that bad."